Tom & Zendaya In Boston

Pizza

Toms POV

"This pizza's so good," Daya practically devours the pizza.

"Have you been starved?"

"Shut your big mouth up."

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah, excuse you."

"Daya-," I throw a small piece of my pepperoni at her.

"TOM," she dodges it, "I have a white sweater on so if you stain it I will sue you, and for your information, it's worth more than your life. She throws a slice of pepperoni at my face.

"Rude."

"Annoying."

"Sassy."

"Idiot."

"Moody."

"Asshole," I gasp at Daya after she says it.

"Beautiful."

"C-," Daya stops mid-word, well, mid-first-letter-of-the-word. Though Daya just doesn't blush, yeah I think she definitely blushed because it looked like she was sweating. She crossed her arms and let out an awkward laugh. Looking as if she didn't know how to react. She bites her lips and plays with the insides of her mouth.

"W-," now it's her turn to cut me off mid-word. She wins though, because this time she cut me off by pressing her freshly glossed lips onto mine. Her lip gloss tastes like minty strawberries. Daya has a HUGE collection of lip gloss. It's most definitely arguably her favorite makeup product. Though she doesn't count it as makeup. She only has around six lip glosses that are her favorite, but the one she has on right now is at the top three of the six. My hands play around under her crop top under her "worth more than my life" sweater. Her chest feels warm. She has the softest skin. Random things I know about Daya spin through my head as we lay there kissing for at least three minutes.

"I love you Tom."

"I love you more."

"No I do."

"I do."

"Prove it."

"How?"

"That's for you to decide."

"I think I already know," we go on for what feels like a pretty long time but will seriously never be enough.

"Uhh, Tom?"

"Yeah darling?"

"Where did the half of a pizza you had in your hand go?"

"Wha-, oh shit," I looked around confused and slightly alarmed.

"Tom it's on the floor," Daya starts laughing uncontrollably, "did you just place it on the floor?" Daya says struggling for air.

"I dropped it."

"I actually can't with you."

"Well, five second rule," I pick it up and bite into it.

"THOMAS WHAT ARE YOU DOING," she grabs it from me.

"Hey! Give me it back!"

"IT WAS ON THE FLOOR FOR A LEAST FIFTEEN' MINUTES."

I grab it back, "still eating it."